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Too Late for a Savior?

Rin's POV

The doctors continued to crowd around me when I woke up and there was a bright white light shining over me. I looked at them all, a few calmed me down while the rest in their crew did their work. I felt my body grow heavy and my eyelids began to fall, I caught the last visual of Doctor Kyle injecting some anesthesia and I fell asleep again.

When I opened my eyes once more I was back in my room and I tried to sit up but fell right back against my pillow due to how heavy my body still felt. I looked at my arm to see an IV in it and I sighed. The end really was drawing near. Then, I heard murmuring outside of my door and slowly turned my head to look at it. I was still slightly drugged so I could barely identify who the voices belonged two: Doctor Kyle and my father.

"How is she, Doctor?" The medic sighed in response.

"Well, we've stabilized her for now, but her cancer seems to have spread. We will need to perform surgery on her at once to remove as much as we can to save her . . . or at least . . . prolong her life. . ."

"Of course, do whatever it takes to ensure she is in no pain." They were silent for a while and I just listened as I leaned on my hard hospital pillow, completely numb from the drugs and from the reality of my condition. "Is there something wrong?" Doctor Kyle sighed again.

"If . . . we do perform the surgery . . . she will no longer be able to sing . . . she will be lucky enough to speak loud enough for others to hear her." It was then that I gasped and widened my eyes, tears coming to them and I sensed that my father was just as heart-broken and surprised as I was.

"A-are you sure there's nothing you can do . . . without damaging her vocal cords?"

"I'm afraid not, sir." Silence overcame them and I stared at my lap in shellshock. My heart was breaking. I knew this was going to happen, but I just wish it didn't have to happen at all. I bit my lip as I fought back my tears and I heard their conversation fade away as they walked down the hallway.

Then, I decided on one thing: if I was no longer going to sing, I had to inform my friends. So, I kicked back my blanket, winced before pulling the IV out of my arm, and staggered to my desk. My body trembled from the treatment, emotion, and just over all deterioration, but even so I wrote. I wrote and wrote then began to fold. Once I had finished, I staggered to my window and struggled to open it before throwing my paper airplane into the wind before watching the wind sending it further into the distance. I smiled and sniffled as my tears fell then I felt a stab of pain in my stomach, a place I figured the cancer had spread to—but how would I know? I wasn't a medic.—and collapsed. The last things I heard were the doctors running in and shouting. This had been happening way too often but soon. . . Soon this will all be over. I knew it was too late for a savior . . . a savior to safeguard my singing . . . but my long endured suffering would finally be over. I slowly began to fade into darkness as I felt my body being rushed into the operating room.

I know it's a short chapter, but the next one won't be so much. Til then! Please Review!